That had been the last time Robin saw the Queen over the next five days. Times had been quite busy, with these so called 'new arrangements' the Queen had come up with. Although the promise of having their necks snapped did frighten most of the nobles away, a few of them did not believe the tale spreading throughout the castle. They were most fortunate that the Queen had not appeared after her little murderous show, and so they were not met with the same fate as the man who dared to question her. They were, however, forced out of the castle anyway and the methods had been far from gallant.
Robin had been given accommodations inside the castle, a spacious room with a large four-poster bed and scarce furniture. The room was mostly bare, but it fitted Robin's needs well enough, him being used to sleeping on the forest ground for so long.
When he had first walked into his new room, he was met with the sight of a young woman laying down a pile of clothing on the bed. She had looked up startled when he walked in, and quickly made her curtsies and scampered out of the room. Robin could not help but linger his gaze on her behind as she walked away. He was, after all, a hot-blooded male still. And the young maid was a fine little thing, although her behind was no match for the Queen's.
Robin's duties so far had been unpleasant and downright irritating. Although no man had dared ordered him around, which he found was a blessing since he would have probably killed any man who tried to look down on him or command him to do anything.
In the past five days he had been showered with reports from all of the scouts the Queen had sent in search of the 'murderous' Snow White, but Robin was never able to deliver the news the royal desired.
Every day he would approach the room he knew she locked herself in and everyday he knocked. Every day, the old man to whom the Queen had honestly smiled to would come out of the room. Every day he would ask if any of the searches had been successful and everyday Robin gave a negative response. The man would then tell him that the Queen did not want to hear any report if it was not positive and would just send him away.
This whole process of being bombarded by scouts and then rejected by the Queen was starting to get to Robin's last nerve. He was bored. Without his heart, he had not pondered on the events that had haunted his dreams for the past year, and now he did not dream at all.
He felt trapped by the chilly stone walls of the castle and would – more regularly than he should – escape to the openness of the small forest that surrounded it. He would venture to the woods, mostly at night, when the scouts and soldiers bearing news and requests stopped tormenting him. There he sat his nights away, thinking, pondering and reveling on the numbness that had invaded his chest.
He made it a habit of always bathing in the river, the same river where she had seen him take care of something he thought she should have finished, just to spite her.
Damn her.
Even with his hollow chest, every inch of Robin's skin ached for her.
When the fifth day went by and still he had not even seen the shadow of the Queen, Robin started considering his options for tending to his needs. He had fared well enough for the past year without the warmth of human touch, he would normally stroke himself from time to time and that seemed to be satisfactory. Back then, he could not bear the thought of laying with another woman after what had happened to Marian.
But ever since he first laid his eyes on the Queen something inside him snapped. That electric current caused by her touch ignited his desires, making red lust run through his veins, dominating his entire being. Moreover, ever since he had had the Queen gasping and writhing underneath him as they both came, it was as if she had started a fire that had to be continuously tended to, otherwise it would burn down the entire castle and everything in it. And taking care of business himself, although relieving, never really sated his soul.
He had thought long and hard about just breaking into her chambers and getting what he wanted, he knew she was very willing to give it to him, given her breathy responses to his lips on her skin, but in the end he decided against it. Robin had left behind most of his scruples, but one thing that remained from his earnest days was his absolute repulse for men who forced themselves upon women. Who took a simple heated glance or smile as an opened invitation to the confines of their skirts. Plus, the Queen was indeed mercurial, absolutely unpredictable, and such a move could result in his demise, something he had once craved for, but now did not seem like the best of ideas.
Therefore, he actually considered making a move on the petite chambermaid that always came knocking on his door every morning. She would walk in, shy and meek with a fresh change of clothes for him, and she would parade her petite little ass through his room, making his bed under his watchful eye. Maybe he could have a female hand on his cock that did not belong to a selfish bitch for a change.
But come the next day, Robin having made a solid plan to get the girl bending over the bed, not to do her usual job but so he could just fuck his tensions away, she had not shown. He was already half-hard at the thought of his plan coming to pass and, once again, he had to take things into his own frustrated, calloused hands.
All he wanted was smooth flesh enveloping his cock, was that too much to ask for?
Apparently so.
There had only been dismal, cloudy days ever since Robin took residence in the castle, this day was not any different. As he made his way from the dining hall after he broke his fast, men would now nod his way but never engage in conversation, and Robin wondered if living here was all worth it.
Hurried footsteps attracted his attention to the corridor ahead and the heads of other people walking around also turned in the direction the noise came from. Soon enough Robin found that the noise originated from a breathless young man heading in his direction. He must have been a pageboy, not a day over twenty. The young man stopped on his tracks right in front of Robin, blocking his way. Robin frowned.
"Sir." The youth said, he was rather breathless and was trying to catch his breath. In these few moments, Robin recognized him. He had been one of those boys who had talked about the Queen in the tavern. His words still rang in Robin's mind 'the new Queen's beauty was unrivalled'. Back then, Robin would have never guessed he would be able to attest to that statement due to experience.
"Sir, the Queen demands your presence in the council chamber at once." The boy said before looking down.
The Queen demands, now, does she?
This should be interesting.
The boy led him to this so-called 'council chamber'. There were two guards standing by the grand oak double doors, with the boy left behind, Robin approached them. Both nodded his way and drew their lances away from the door.
Robin opened the doors and walked in. The room was very grand and well lit by torches that covered half of the walls. The ceiling was high and great stone pillars supported it from many places in the room. There was a great fireplace that faced a round table, the table – despite being very large – had only one chair, beautifully carved, and cushions of a deep red velvet.
Wonder whose arse sits there-
The owner of said arse – along with everything else that had been haunting his thoughts for the last week – was suddenly there, standing in front of the table looking at him. Her usual expression of disdain and boredom was on today, and Robin's hopes of a good fuck began to fade. Especially since today she was clad head to toe in black, the material covered her entire figure. True, the black in particular was leather, so the tight long skirt did accentuate the Queen's hips and thighs. But this time not even her neck was exposed, it was trapped by a choker necklace. The dress was tight as ever, but all her supple flesh was covered in many different types of black material. She had a funny, reddened stripe of hair in her fancy up do that Robin found rather unnecessary.
"You have a visitor, Locksley." She told him, her arrogant tone masking a trace of amusement.
A visitor? Who could possibly-?
But his trail of thought was interrupted when his eyes came to rest on this so called 'visitor'. Standing there, only ten paces away from him, was the man who had sworn to have his head. The man who he had saved Marian from all those years ago. The man who had made his life a living hell and forced him and his merry man to live on the run, always looking over their shoulder.
The Sheriff. Nottingham himself.
He looked as smug as ever as he regarded Robin with his nose stuck up, his lopsided smirk of someone who had had ale for breakfast and a posture that only confirmed it. The man had always been taller than Robin, but then again, also so disgustingly small and pathetic when it came to a fair confrontation between the two of them.
Robin was glad that all the feelings he held towards that man had been diminished by his lack of heart. For if he still had the thing beating in his chest, he was pretty sure he would have gone for the man's throat as soon as he saw him.
"Robin Hood, we meet again." He greeted, with a broad, false smile, opening up his arms as if to embrace an old friend. "I must say you look more beaten than the last time I saw you." He mocked, "Don't tell me you are still upset about that girl you stole from me!"
Anger hovered where Robin's heart used to lay. That man dared to talk about Marian.
"I must say though, that I have you to thank for taking her away." He continued and Robin fought against his every urge to attack him, but if he went in the direction Robin feared he was delving into, he could not be held responsible for his actions.
"You must know I beat you to it when it came to… having her." Robin had to close his eyes to block out the murderous thoughts entering his head. "And I must say I found her most lacking."
Robin was ready to pounce at his throat and turn his neck around. He swallowed and finally replied.
"It's probably because she did not give you her consent to have her." He roared.
"That might be it. Although I'm pretty sure she simply lacked that kind of spice."
Both Robin's hands were in tight fists at this point, he then looked at the Queen, his eyes burning, asking her silently to finish this insect off. Her face remained unmoving but pale.
"Ah, so it is true." The sheriff said noticing his actions, "You are really a servant of the Queen now." He clicked his tongue and laughed a little. "Who would have thought?"
"What do you want?" Robin spat.
"Isn't it obvious?" the sheriff stated raising both his eyebrows; "You."
There was a pause before he continued; "You see, I'm here to hold you accountable for every crime you've ever committed, every penny you stole, every loaf of bread that you distributed, Prince of Thieves." The sheriff spat his former title, "And I, as the sheriff, have good authority to take you away and let justice be served now that the Queen has been so kind as to locate you."
He then looked at the Queen and gave her a fake, cheery smile, which she returned whole-heartedly, the amusement in her eyes making Robin feel what lack of sentiment he had evaporate to give place to a feeling red as blood. His head was thumping, throbbing, it ached due to the amount of hate and anger he felt for that woman.
Was she really going to let this pathetic man take him? After all they had been…
No. Robin could not have fooled himself to believe that because of mere glimpses of something different between hot kisses and unearthly fucking that she had developed any kind of sentiment towards him; she was a heartless bitch, and this was what heartless bitches did. They fucked you up. Quite literally.
She looked at Robin long and hard, her expression doing nothing to betray her thoughts.
"So Locksley," she started "-as this man points out, you two have unfinished business to attend to." She turned to face Nottingham and took exactly three steps in his direction, the Sheriff smirked and so did she.
But his gleeful expression turned into a terrified one once the Queen raised her hand and a cloud of smoke swallowed his entire body.
Robin's mouth was hanging wide opened when the smoke disappeared and in the place that once stood his deadly enemy rested a slimy slug.
The Queen huffed and smirked beholding her work, she looked up to face Robin, an eyebrow raised; "So finish it."
She turned her back on the sheriff-turned-into-slug and walked towards the round table.
Robin watched her in awe as she turned, leaning backwards on the wooden surface, her hands either side of her hips before she sat on it, staring at him with dark amusement lighting up her features.
"Well, I haven't got all day thief." She said once she had settled on the oak table.
Robin regarded her, long and hard. He then looked down at the slug that had raped his wife. He looked back at the Queen, her eyes wide with excitement that seemed oddly contagious, for he felt it hit him right in the middle of the chest.
Without a second thought, Robin brought the sole of his boot to meet the pathetic slug with thunderous strength. He leaned all the weight his body possessed on that one foot and twisted it, enjoying the wet squelch as he squashed the existence of that foul creature into oblivion. His gaze burning holes into his boot.
When he looked back at the Queen, his foot still crushing the sheriff, he could not help but give her a wide, truthful and yet malicious smile. Surprisingly so, she returned the gesture offering him a smile that could have belonged to a naughty, young woman who had just been caught being up to no good.
The first laugh that erupted in that huge chamber, however, belonged to her. Due to the high ceiling, the sound travelled and reverberated loudly on Robin's ears, but he did not care; soon he joined her and their noisy laughs filled the room completely.
She threw her head back, eyes shut, laughing her heart out. Robin could not help but think she looked her best like this; careless, eyes shut, feet dangling from the table-
She looked stunning.
When their laughter ceased, Robin's eyes were filled with tears and he pinched the bridge of his nose, using his thumb and forefinger to wipe away the moisture in the corners of his eyes.
He approached her and stopped to her right side at a respectable distance, simply saying; "Thank you."
She regarded him for a while, her cheeks red from her outburst. She inhaled and exhaled before replying; "Remember that I have told you; you are mine." Her tongue caressed the word 'mine' the same way Robin had been daydreaming about it caressing his cock for the last five days. "I was not going to have a ridiculous, little sheriff parade inside my castle, give that spectacle and not face the consequences. He brought it on himself. Wouldn't you agree?" she finished, tilting her head to the side.
"Of course, your majesty" he answered, stretching her title, "I was only doing your bidding, we cannot have scum like that addressing a Queen the way he did." She smirked at his words and Robin took his chance. "Can I be of any more service to you, your majesty?"
"Yes. Yes you can." She responded, sitting back more on the table, the back of her knees coming in contact with the wooden edge. She looked him right in the eye, flames igniting passion behind her eyes, and said two words that made Robin's head explode.
"Fuck me."
Robin's whole world went red all over again, but this time it was due to a far better sensation than the empty rage he had felt at the sight of the sheriff. His eyes widened at her words and she smiled at him, parting her legs, her feet lifting from the ground. He situated himself in between them in seconds, gripping both sides of her thighs and pulling her closer to him.
Before he could think what he was doing, his mouth crashed onto hers and Robin felt fireworks on the pit of his stomach. Kissing this woman was like nothing he had ever experienced before; it burned and it soothed, it killed him and then made him feel so very alive, going through the motions a million times every second.
The Queen's arms rapidly snaked their way around his torso, bringing him closer to her as she released small moans against his mouth. Her thighs had a death grip around his waist as she returned his fervent, open-mouthed kisses with eagerness.
Robin's hands began to travel the expanse of her back, searching for laces or anything of the sort that retained that wretched dress to her body. He was frustrated to find nothing, since the leather was thick and he could hardly even feel her through it, much less try and tear it apart with his bare hands.
Aware of his attempts to undress her, the Queen smirked against his mouth, but instead of helping him, she simply chuckled. Her mouth trailed its fiery, blazing way down his throat, and she masterfully unfastened the first buttons of his shirt with only the assistance of her teeth and tongue. She placed bites over his exposed chest, licking them ever so lightly, driving Robin insane and hardening his cock to the full.
She licked her way up to his neck, her hands squeezing his sides with enough pressure to make his skin blanch, Robin was sure she was going to leave nail bites in the region.
Robin's hands were still erratically in search of a clasp, a hook, a lace… anything in order to rid himself of that unnecessary armor she wore.
The Queen reached the spot on his neck where she had left her mark. It had started to fade but Robin was certain she was going to make sure that did not get the chance to happen. Sure enough, she bit down hard and the proceeded to suck, drawing a long groan from somewhere deep in his throat.
After a few minutes ravaging his neck, she drew away, all the red paint of her lips left on his neck and chest but a red still adorned her cheeks. She had a smug, dirty smile plastered on her lips and Robin could do nothing but just stare and run his desperate hands along her sides.
She chuckled and brought her own hands to the collar of that monstrosity of a dress. Robin was then able to see a thin line that started at where her hands rested that went down to the hem of the dress. Her hands started working the tiny hooks that had been concealed from his view until now.
Robin could see she was unfastening her dress as slowly as she could, with her lower lip trapped between her teeth, teasing him. As the heavy fabric began to loosen around her body Robin, could see that, to his pleasure yet again, she was not wearing anything whatsoever underneath.
He pounced as soon as his eyes met one of her breasts, he pushed the offending garb away and caught her nipple with his mouth. The moan the Queen gave was full and loud, it reverberated throughout the chamber, hitting Robin's ears several times, and enticing him even more in his activities.
As he placed sucking kisses on her breasts, the Queen managed to somehow continue her task of unhooking her pins. He could feel her hands were shaky, one stayed at her clothing, the other shot to his hair, grabbing a fistful as her cries continued.
When the working hand stopped, Robin drew away from her succulent breasts in order to take a look at her. He had not had the opportunity yet to bask his eyes on her naked figure very much, but what had been uncovered made him mouth water. Her breasts were perfectly round, with soft maroon nipples, not too big, not too small, just perfect. She had managed to open the garb down until her stomach, and Robin's hands were quick to end her handy work.
He got to his knees as he reached her lower hooks and when he was finally done, the Queen awarded him by spreading her legs wide, giving him a front row seat to her slick core.
Robin licked his lips, hungry for the feast that was before him and after a second of admiring the Queen's sex, he brought his mouth to it. The Queen jumped and threw her head back with a loud cry of pleasure, trying to brace her weight on her elbows as best as she could manage. She was quick to bring both legs to his shoulders to urge him even closer to her heat, grinding herself against his mouth, and pretty soon, Robin's hands had a death grip in her meaty thighs, moving his tongue in concert with her own movements.
From this angle, Robin was able to watch her twist and shout rather comfortably as he ate the senses out of her. He sucked her bud with might and she arched her back, her nipples still glistening from the saliva trail he had left behind.
When his tongue found its way inside her entrance, she released a high-pitched squeal of frenzy that drove Robin half-insane.
Robin worked on his belt whilst still nipping at the Queen's bud. His hands were not as sure as they usually were, but he still managed to free his erection and lower his pants and undergarments to his knees in a fairly short amount of time.
She loosened the weight from her arms and laid down on the table, panting raggedly whilst Robin was still using his mouth skillfully enough to drag intermittent screams from her. He drew his mouth away and pinched her clit, whilst rising slowly with her legs still hooked over both his shoulders.
Robin raised his hands and removed her legs from his shoulders, then he spread them further so he could see her watching him with a lustful haze playing in her dark orbs from between her thighs.
He placed her right leg on his right shoulder, took his throbbing member and guided it to her wet entrance, teasing her as she tried to buck herself to him. He rubbed the already slick tip of his cock to her clit, which made her hiss, her eyes scrunching shut.
"What do you want, your majesty?" he provoked her, thoroughly loving the death glare she gave him when he spoke with a smirk; "Remember to use your words."
She moaned and whined; "Fuck me already."
Maybe this was not the day she was going to beg him to fuck her with the words he wanted to hear. Had this been another day, another time, and on an occasion where he hadn't been without the addictive feeling of being buried inside the Queen for nearly a whole week, he would have tortured the words out of her. He would have made her moan and plead for him to fill her. But as it was, he was desperate to feel her around him, he was hardly able to contain his own urges and he realized he was not capable of holding back anymore.
Nevertheless, he made a vow to have her beg, someday, soon.
And so, Robin placed the tip of his cock of her wet slick entrance and caught the leg from his right shoulder. He lifted both legs making a 'V', and buried his length as hard and as deep as he could.
The Queen's response was a loud scream mingled with a moan. The sound travelled through the room and was quickly met by the slapping sounds their joined flesh made every time he pounded into her.
Electricity ran about his body as he fucked that insane woman, his grip on her ankles forcing her knees to bend. He watched her come apart, in awe of how stunning she looked, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open and her fingers pinching her nipples.
He released one of her legs and let it fall, dangling off the table as he brought his now free hand to massage her bud. The Queen let out a strangled moan when he rubbed her with his calloused archer's fingers. At least someone seemed to appreciate them.
Her hands left her breasts and went to the wooden surface of table so she could lift herself up. Robin released her leg and snaked his arm around her waist to assist her, and before he could register it, she tangled her legs about his middle and her hands flew to his neck, bringing her mouth up to meet his in a kiss.
Their kisses were sloppy and wet as he pounded her, his hands seemed to want to touch everywhere at once.
She was still wearing that choker necklace, and Robin was able to find in the back of his mind the idea that her red mark might also be fading away. He drew away from the kiss, still pumping into her, wrapped his fingers about the choker, and ripped it apart.
The Queen gasped at his actions, her eyes wide in shock, but Robin did not give a flying fuck. The mark was still there, although it was starting to fade away, and he could not have that.
His mouth was fierce on her neck and she gasped, swallowing whatever poisonous words she had planned for him. He sucked the spot good for a few minutes, drawing away to nip and occasionally kiss it.
With his head buried in her neck, he could not only hear all her moans and groans, but felt them against his lips as they mingled with his own as his cock feasted on her core.
When he was satisfied with the amount of red he had left behind on her neck, his mouth returned to hers. They were both clinging so tightly to each other that his strokes became faster and shorter.
Her whole body was pulsating, singing along with his. Their connection was undeniable. Their mouths danced as one as they both found their release, again, at the very same time.
Coming inside that woman had to be one of the best things Robin had ever experienced, and that was saying something; Robin had gained his fair share of experience. But there was something abnormally pleasuring about having his seed invade her, he could not explain it, but his chest felt as if it was opening up with pleasure.
They remained connected for a while, her head coming to rest on his shoulder as he felt her stuttered breaths on his skin.
Robin looked at the crackling fire and wondered how the hell had he gotten in such a position? Not that he was complaining, on the contrary; this was quite a pleasing position to be in. A position in which he could actually touch the damned woman.
She looked so small pressed against him, her dress opened, part of her bare skin exposed to him. Robin guessed that the commanding image was very much attached to the height of the heels she wore and her imposing posture.
She raised her head from his shoulder and met his eyes.
"Very well Locksley," her voice was rather raspy as she brought her index finger to trace his lips. "Your services were more than satisfactory." Her voice was low, her eyes on his mouth.
"Is your majesty in need of a second round?" Robin tried, he noticed his voice was rather hoarse as well, a smirk playing on his lips.
The Queen bit her lip and replied "A second, and then a third, and a fourth… As many numbers as you can give me Locksley."
But before Robin could make good on his promise, an infuriatingly familiar voice reached his ears.
"Your majesty!"
The Queen sighed in annoyance and rolled her eyes.
"I'm coming." She said looking at the fireplace.
Robin frowned at her actions.
"Is that…?" he started.
"Yes, it is." She cut him off, Robin's frown became deeper, "I've found a way to keep him… manageable." She told him, her hands pushed at his chest and Robin drew back from the Queen, his body instantly feeling the loss of the vibrant buzz her skin provided.
She quickly fastened all the hooks on her horrid dress as Robin got his pants back up and secured his belt. When she was all done and decent she headed to the fireplace, over to the barely noticeable shelf above it. She reached out for a hand mirror on the shelf that had been covered with a piece of cloth.
She looked at the mirror and bellowed "What?" all her purring and sassiness having left her.
"Your majesty, she's out. She's finally left the castle."
The Queen actually cracked one of her crazy smiles, "Wonderful."
She looked up at Robin; "Locksley, I want my carriage ready to leave at once."
"You've found her then? Snow White?" he asked.
"No, unfortunately some people have been completely useless to me in that department" she regarded the mirror with disdain and then looked back at him with that half-crazed glint playing in her eyes, "But there is another dark haired, young woman that interests me greatly."